She was.

She was,

a walking contradiction,

wanting to speak up, aloud

to be, heard

not wanting

to be the centre of attention,

or a crowd.

 

She was,

an enigma, straightforward

about what she wanted,

at least, that’s what she thought.

 

She was,

calm, chaotic like the ocean

swift, slow and gentle in movements.

 

She was,

a mature, girl version of, Peter-Pan

a doubtful, believer

a simply curious, complex creature.

~littlemusafira